Mansi

I believe that there is a large unconsciousness about us - one we tend to be afraid of. Perhaps because consciousness (whatever it is for you) is defined. We have means of identifying, categorizing and further defining all of that which is conscious. With the unconscious, the access path is our first hurdle. There is no clear path, tool or 'awareness'. Does that mean that we don't know it's OUT THERE?
It is there. We feel it.
For me, it's where all my fast and disappearing fat is being methodically being stored. So when I do finally get past the front door, I will be greeted by bottles of fat. But, no, let's not go into my weight loss program just yet.
Deepan and I were having trouble updating his blog on Rediff. The title, as most of you know, is 'Mind of the unmarried man'. Since he's been looking at moving to BlogSpirit and thinking of a name for his blog.
This morning, I asked him to stand in front of our bookshelf, close his eyes, think of his blog and move his fingers over the books. Having set him off on a little mission, I sat down at the table to type away at my blog. Deepan came back with 'Future Shock' and another title by the same author perhaps. I asked him if he had his eyes closed. He said, no, I don't really understand why we need to do that.
We then discussed some names in his mind - one being 'World and I' that we were both not so happy with.
So back to the study, we went, and I held him as I spoke the exercise outloud. Close your eyes, I said and then repeated about five times before he did close them and just not squint. Think of your blog and the title you will give it and then reach out to the bookshelf ( I was behind him now, raising his arms to the bookshelf) and move your fingers over your book till you feel that this is IT.
After setting him off for the second time, I stepped back and sat down on the diwan. At first, he stood there, moving his fingers over the top shelf, grumbling about how this does not make any sense. From where I sat, I went ahead and continued with my list of orders ( I can be such a general sometimes - sigh!)
Bend those knees - Don't stop at the first shelf - Explore the bookshelf - Keep those fingers moving till you find your book....
As long as I barked my orders, Deepan stood awkwardly, probably silently contemplating how he could get out of this predicament. And then I stopped, now through with the general phase, and back to being the observer.
Deepan quietened down too, moving his fingers tentatively up and down row after row. Coming back and forward, until he picked out one book.
It was titled 'Flashman and the Mountain of Light'.
Deepan opened his eyes, book in hand and asked me - now what?
I said that's it - Mountain of Light. And he stood for a moment, contemplating.
Are you sure? He asked me, I replied 'Yes, I am 100% sure' (all drama, god bless my soul)

There you have it then. Deepan's new blog at Blogspirit is called 'Mountain of Light'. I think that it's an apt name.
The Flashman series is Deepan's favorite. He's read almost all of them despite them being scarcely available here in India. Deepan's favorite vacation spot is up in the mountains. To me, he is like a beacon of light, spreading good cheer and strength of spirit whereever he goes. His blog entries sometimes are most insightful without ever being dished out as forceful advice or all-knowing wisdom.

And yes, he does have a wife who'll continue with these crazy exercises that she must have him take part in - and he will continue with the ordeals to see her all animated and smiles.